11th August 1906
What a day it was when we left London. So sticky and muggy and yet on the trot the whole time – a mad ending moving. We finally got the things ready packed and left for the station at 6.15. As usual, with the whole staff on the door steps to send us off. A regular St Ermin’s send off. As Constance says, when we go to a new place the people begin by staring at us and go on to laugh but finally we are “seen off” most intimately by the “staff”! It’s our way, particular our own.
That was on the evening of the 9th. We got to the station, Euston, to hear that the single sleepers we had reserved were not to be had. Mother kicked up the devil of a row and eventually the station master (who saw he was in the wrong) said he would put a whole section at our disposal – six sleepers, a drawing room at one end and a smoking compartment at the other. We were in luck. We dined at the station of mock turtle soup and cheese and at 8 p.m. started our journey. Continue reading